I Hope He Doesn't Kill Me.

A hadsome young man front to the door of his partner for presumed first date. Exercises of imagination, not very happy , about date itself in which irony, sadism, ingenuity, AIDS or drugs are not ...absent.

Sure, the dose of realism is not minor but the basic good thing is represented by actors and their work, near a provocative story like a puzzle invented by teribilist teenager.

A sort of Marquis de Sade , some good looking aspect of Lyndon Henley Hanrahan and the Middle East traits of Vincent Moisey and nice final.

In short, just charming for the humor well draved dose. And for the remind of the presumed risks of a first date.

What a vivid imagination this young lad has when he arrives at the front door of his Grindr hookup. He has no idea whether the man on the other side of the door will be kind and gentle; a BDSM gent looking for a "pussy eunuch", a druggie, a priest, a strangler or worse than anything... An admirer of Margaret Thatcher! All those promises made online before they meet, but will his horniness get him to press that doorbell and what chance fulfilment if he does? With us getting to share all of these scenarios as they play out in his mind, this is quite a fun critique on our sexual peccadilloes and both the expressive faces of auteur Lyndon Henley Hanrahan - who must, surely, be offering us something vaguely autographical here, and his sexual foil Vincent Moisy make us cringe, smile and perhaps share in that feeling of can't wait to get in, can't wait to get out... Euphemisms notwithstanding!